Voman of your age!

What an astounding shopping event!

Having been informed this morning that I was to attend a dinner banquet in 7 hours I rushed to the mall after work to buy a dress. I hummed and hawed through 3 choices. One was black 50's cut Betty and Veronica v neck with pouffy skirt and gold lace overlay, the 2nd was black with small white polkadots with an empire waist and small pouffy sleeves and the 3rd was a black shift with white trim. I bought the shift and rushed to pick up Calliope and got to the daycare at exactly 5:30 by cutting through the farm.

After trading her at home for Cornelius and dropping him off at soccer I tried on the shift and thought I looked too bulgy and went back for the empire waist later with Hon. I bought the empire waist and was wearing it in preparation for the dinner and was about to return the shift when the manager caught me!

No, that dress is too teenage! That is NOT for voman of your age! The other dress is more elegant and sophisticated! You must listen to me! Try the other dress on again! You look more sleem in this dress. After bullying me into keeping the shift she advised my husband to get more involved!

Hon and I scampered off to dinner and had a lovely time stuffing our faces. I felt like telling the people who asked where I worked that due to privacy and confidentiality concerns I couldn't admit to contacting or not contacting them, but on behalf of my organization, if they had been contacted, I would like to thank them for their co-operation, but I didn't.

I met a lovely woman who knows which organization her husband works for, but doesn't know where his office is or which section he works in or what his job is and doesn't even know his exact location right now. Come to think of it, this description could fit me except Hon is in bed right now where I should be as well.